"My first (hydroplane) race in the Tri-Cities was the most memorable. After qualifying, they had an annual tradition of a wet T-shirt contest on the back of a flatbed truck in the back of the pits. It was a beautiful thing. I wrote my story for the day, had a few beers and watched. Lovely girls flaunted their bodies, and then one took her wet T-shirt off. This prompted a bunch of woo-hoos and one boo-hoo. A kid ran up to the truck crying "Mommy, mommy!" That kind of put a wet blanket on the wet T-shirt contest."